It's a Dirty Job
I’ve had better days. Much better days.
10 hours ago a prospector misjudged his flight path and spread himself and his ship all over the entrance to Winnard’s Hole. 186 tons of molten Bhutan Alloy had spilled, coagulating into giant, glistening nuggets of metal that stuck fast to the wiry mess that was left of the toast rack, totally blocking the letterbox.
Two guesses who got the clean-up job? Yep, good ol’ Wirebrush, that’s who. Me and my trusty weld-bot D-TOL.
S’pose I better get to it.
If Wirebrush and D-TOL can’t get rid of these Bhut Nuggets, nothing will.
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I had to write that second part about 10 times before it stopped sounding as dirty as hell and could find a place in a family orientated forum. No matter how innocent I tried to keep it, it just ended up sounding like deprived filth. It really was incredible
A really fun topic that gave me hundreds of ideas, but I chose to go with this one solely for the pun. I feel sorry for 'Kow this Friday, I really, really do
